Categories: romance, yaoi, slight citrus
Warnings: present tense, slight citrus
Notes: /emphasis/; written for Dacia as a sequel to "Breathless"
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong to me.
for Dacia ~ sequel to "Breathless"
Wufei wakes the next morning
alone in his bed, the pillow sideways under his head, dark strands of
hair wreathing his face. As he opens his eyes he can see the morning sun--just
beginning to creep through the mini-blinds--and he groans. He remembers
that yesterday was his birthday, and that he'd found Duo outside his door
in pajama bottoms and bare feet, braid in disarray, waiting for Wufei
to wake up. Wufei couldn't quite restrain the smile that broke out over
his features when Duo handed him a wildflower and said brightly,
Wufei had literally run into Duo not ten minutes later on the American's
way out of the shower. His hair was a tangled, damp waterfall down his
back and he was wearing boxers and a light green shirt, eyes crinkled
at something he held in his hand. Wufei had reached out and pushed some
of Duo's hair out of his eyes, then impulsively leaned forward and kissed
him. What followed could best be described as the most incredible gift
he'd ever been given.
Wufei sighs into the blanket. Despite the body bliss of the previous day,
he is still sleeping alone, and his current erection obviously dislikes
this fact. Wufei kicks the blankets off, exposing his nude body to the
ministrations of early sunlight. He throws his legs over the side of the
bed, stretches his arms high over his head, linking his fingers and yawning.
When he stands up his body no longer betrays his thoughts, he tugs on
a pair of pale blue boxer shorts and pads into the bathroom, which is
situated right next to his bedroom. His dark hair is soon slicked into
a serviceable ponytail, he brushes his teeth with children's toothpaste--Duo's,
he thinks with a certain amount of amusement--and then turns the corner
and walks down the four carpeted steps that lead to the kitchen doorway.
That's where he stops, backs up about six inches, and holds his breath.
Duo is standing in front of the counter, leaning on his right hip, wearing
only a partially unbuttoned lavender dress shirt. He is peering
closely at the directions on the back of a box, and as he concentrates
he scratches the rear of his right calf with his left foot. Wufei can
see glimpses of Duo's bare lower half as he reads; Duo has never been
able to remain still for long, and, true to form, he is continually shifting.
He puts a finger into his mouth and nibbles on it, then wipes it on his
shirt. He tilts the box and begins playing with his shirt, slipping the
buttons in and out of the holes. His long hair is loose but brushed, his
bangs have been shoved behind his ears so that he can see the box better.
Duo licks his top lip, sets the box on the counter, and turns on the faucet.
Wufei leans closer and reads "Pancake mix" off the side of the
box. His eyebrow quirks. A second later the sun's rays burst through the
small windows over the kitchen sink and highlight Duo's figure. The lightweight
shirt ceases to provide much cover--the sun renders it transparent--and
Wufei can see Duo's pale pink nipples, and he hardens again, recalling
the way that they'd peaked when he'd played with them the previous day.
Finally Wufei begins to feel like a voyeur and he crosses the threshold
into the kitchen, walking up behind Duo and molding his hand to the curve
of Duo's naked ass. Duo throws him a smirk over his shoulder, his dusky
lips providing more temptation than Wufei is prepared to resist. He captures
them before Duo can return to his cooking, tasting toothpaste, unable
to discern whether it's from his own mouth or Duo's. When he releases
them, Duo's eyes are filled with a humorous sparkle.
"Just can't stay away, can you?" he teases in a low voice.
"What are you doing?" Wufei asks, preferring to dodge the question.
"I'm making breakfast," Duo replies, reaching under his shirt
and scratching his lean belly.
"Beautiful," Wufei breathes, and wraps his arms around Duo's
waist from behind. The longhaired boy exhales and grins at the eggs in
front of him, perfectly content.
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